Amelia was leaning against the bathroom wall, sitting on the tiled floor. She knew something really wasn't okay, but she couldn't really piece together what it was. Her thought's where too blurry, it felt as if she couldn't grasp onto any of them properly. Either way, her mind was consumed by the extreme feeling of nausea she was feeling. She knew it was only a matter of moments until she would vomit again as she had been doing for the past few hours in between lying on the bathroom floor, confused to what was going on.
All of the sudden she heard a knock at her apartment door and a familiar voice coming from the other side. She knew that she knew the voice but for some reason she couldn't figure out whom it beloged to.
It took her a second to realise that a knock at the door meant that there was someone outside. That she should open the door. Because there was someone there. On the otherside of that door.
She stuggeled to stand up, feeling dizzy with every move. She tried to hold on to things while trembeling towards her apartment door, the person on the otherside knocking again. "Amelia it's me!" The voice said in a rather lighthearted tone. She felt terrible showing herself in this kind of condition. Even though she couldn't really understand what was going on, she did understand that she had to be looking quite terrible. She didn't want to be seen like this. All sweaty and tired.
As she got to the door she had to hold on to the doorknob before twisting it because another wave of dizziness was overcoming her. She opened the door. Infront of her stood Owen. In the first instant he was smiling, then he looked at her and his face turned to an expression of shock and fear.
Editors Note: This story will jump between different peoples' POV. Here you had Amelia.
I hope you enjoyed reading it :)